Westwork - Croatoa Syndrome Lyrics

Seems you're out of ammunition
And your precious Sir Raleigh
Is no where to be seen
And I hope permanently

I would set you free
I would set you free
I would set you free
But it's not up to me

I would let you go
I would let you go
I want you to know
But it's not up to me

You see I had premonition
You'd get stranded here with me
I instructed my assistants
To search vigilantly

For a sign, a shred, a hair
Of another just like me
Everyday we searched the stars
For fellow travelers

I would set you free
I would set you free
I would set you free
But it's not up to me

I would let you go
I would let you go
I want you to know
But it's not up to me

We worked it out
Yes we, we worked it out
And we decided we would
Climb into your skins and
And turn your insides out
Your insides out
We'll wear you like a tight-fitting glove
But you must understand
We're only doing this out of love
We're only doing this out of love
We're only doing this out of love
We're only doing this out of love

A terrifying end is what
Met me and my friends
And when Sir Raleigh makes amends
He'll never know where we are

Oh he'll never know where we are

Where we are
Where we are